Only pints of blood
Strewn over the place
Displaying the dance of horrors
Of the brazen power

Only silence now spoke
The barbaric story that once happened
When people became thirsty
For each other's blood

Demons and beasts emerged
From humans that are supposed to have hearts
Carving the story of torture
For centuries to remember

A mother waited patiently
With the depth of an ocean in her love
For her children to sail safely
From the rivers of blood

As the war prolonged
Her hopes dimmed but not lost
Like a rope in a steep valley
Enough to let someone live

But the news of their death came
Shattering every piece of feeling in her
Her children belittled in the multitude of corpses
That lay there, smeared with dried red fluid

As they burnt them,
Her heart converted into balls of fury
And a laborious despair
That would remain with her all her life

The victory was theirs,
But not a single face had any emotion
Stoned with their actions of brutality
A war left with no human survivor